The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1887-07-08
MRS. GENERAL LOGAN.
Female Correspondent Discourses of Her
in Way That Savors of Malice.

Female Correspondent Discourses of Her
in q Way That savors of Malice.
Washington Letter in Philadelphia Press.
Mrs. Logan. of whom heroic strength was
confidently predicted on the basis of her past
record, while not Frustrated physically, seems
mentally changed under her great loss from the
well-judeing,. weli-poised woman her friends
have heretofore known her. Whatever she
does before the public seems like sweet
bells tangled out of tune" The Generals best
friends grieve to see a morbid nsistence points
not essential to his fame They would love to
think of her now rs consecrated by her great
sorrow, sitting
I'm that stiffness which most becomes a woman
calm and holy
BY the fireside of the heart feeding it's fa1ne'
On the Sunday preceding Decoration day an
absolute shock startled the readers of one of our
local papers on seeing in its columns a letter
from Mrs. Logan, and signed with her name,
mnutey descriptive of the honors paid to the
General at his funeral in the Capitol last winter
l know of those who groaned aloud on reading
il, nor have they been unmindful spectators of
the controversial turn which the subject Of keep
ing up the military guard at mis- vault has unfort
unately assumed of late. To all such want to
say, who loves the Generals fame and
memory and prizes the partner of his glorious
years. let us judge her tenderly, and hone and
pray that she may as soon as possible come out
of this phase of her grief, so deprecated by we'll
balanced minds.
Rock Creek Cemetery, in one of whose private
vaults his remains temporarily rest, is church
yard we'll. In double sense it is Gods
acre" The rector in my mind, does perfectly
right in insisting its absolute sanctity No
military guard can remain there day and night
month after month, IN frame of mind suited
to tie sad requirements of the place. If they
beguile themselves in their little tent with an
occasional game of chance other camp d.
versions who can be surprised Yet who would
regret it. especially among those who have
kindred and friends peacefully lying there.
guarded except by the all-seeing eye and the
vigiant custodian of the place. Mary Cemmer
sleeps there beside her father and her mother
whom she tenderly provided for to the last.
Many of the old Washington families have lots
there nearly filed with the dead Of their house
holds 1t is not the rector of Rock Creek
presence of secular encampment
here. 1t is tomfoolery at Garields grave. 1t
is worse yet here in a regular church-yard where
the pastor himself is subject to challenge by the
sentry. In these frank comments CT mine there
is the kindest spirit toward Mrs. Logan; but
there is also a firm conviction that her husbands
to unprejudced minds. Her and son-in-
law are both very young men. Were their judg
ment maturer could appeal to her through
them. If the General himself. with his bluff.
hearty good sense, could only come back long
enough to say, with one of his vigorous ex-
pletlves What is all this row going for?' it
would be speedily settled. How often and how
sorey we miss him! l longed to see the sheet
lightning of his wrath when the battle flag order
was issued fortnight ago-that dear old hero,
who slept with the flag of his country draped in
his bed room; who loved it with lovers love;
VINO fought under its folds with rapture and
passion equaled only by few.
There is respect in which his memory is
indicated by Mrs. Logans distract manifesto
tions. 1t used sometimes to be said by super
fetal observers that she was the stronger force.
intellectually, of the two; that she was 'the